YOUR SPACE

Poetry
Lilies are in Bloom

Held between the
explosion was my drowsiness.
Pathogenesis of flawed truth?

A picture of your
holiness comes. The words float on
the water of green eyes.

I will pick the titles
of all my poems to paste on
totem of black goddess in pain.

Fighting parties never allow you to understand the truth as they present only those things which are beneficial to them. Jealous people present a holy picture of themselves. Truth is tainted so much that the real picture is not presented.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003
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